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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.