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 Japan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.