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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.