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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.