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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.