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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.