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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.