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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.