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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
UT,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.