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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
World's Most,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.