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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
DNA,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.