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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.