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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Can,
The Human League,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.