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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Aswad,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
cv313,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.