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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Motorama,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Magma,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.