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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.