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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.