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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.