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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.