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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.