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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.