Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Pole,
Excepter,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.