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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.