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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.