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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Technova to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.