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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.