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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.