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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.