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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
New Order,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Organ,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.