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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 cv313 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Japan,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Brick,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.