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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.