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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.