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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Franke,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.