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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Skarface,
AZ,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.