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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nico,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.