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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.