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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.