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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.