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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eurythmics 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
JFA,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Index,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.