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 Romania 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.