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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
AZ,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.