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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.