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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.