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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.