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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.