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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.