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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Wings,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.