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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.