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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
The Residents,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.