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 Chad and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.