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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Monks,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.