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 Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
The Cure,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.