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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.