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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.