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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.