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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.