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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.