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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.