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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.