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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Eurythmics 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.