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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
New Order,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.