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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
UT,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.