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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.