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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.