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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.