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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.