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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.