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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
the Association,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.