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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.