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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.