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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.