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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.