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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Crime,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.