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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Magazine,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.