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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.