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 Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.