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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Japan,
Cameo,
the Association,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
CMW,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.