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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Associates,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.