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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.