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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.