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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.