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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Cure,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.