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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.