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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.