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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.