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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.