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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.