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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.