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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
June Days,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.