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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.