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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.