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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Q65,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.