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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Section 25,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.