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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.