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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.