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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Scion,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.