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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Television,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.