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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.