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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.