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 Oman 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Organ,
Hashim,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.