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 Romania and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.