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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.