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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.