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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.