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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.