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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.