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 Gabon and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.