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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Japan,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.