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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.