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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Index,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.