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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.