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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.