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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.