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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.