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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
The Human League,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.