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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.