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 Germany 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.