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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.