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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.