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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.