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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.