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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.