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 United States and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Ludus,
The Standells,
New Order,
Fear,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.