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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.