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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
10cc,
AZ,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.