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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.