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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.