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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.