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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.