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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.