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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Fear,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Suicide,
Can,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.