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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Pagans,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.