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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.