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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.