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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Pylon,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.