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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Ludus,
The Human League,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.