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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.