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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Model 500,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.