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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.