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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Index,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.