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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
MDC,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Standells,
Model 500,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.