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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.