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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.