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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Wire to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Mars,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.