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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Swans,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.