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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.