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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.