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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.