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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.