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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
The Wake,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Rakim,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.