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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 David Bowie 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.