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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.