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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.