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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
UT,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.