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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.