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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.