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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.