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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.