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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.