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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.