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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.