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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.