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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.