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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.