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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.