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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Mars,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.