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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.