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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Skarface to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.