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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.