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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.