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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.