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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.