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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.