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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.