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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.