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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.