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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
10cc,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.