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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.