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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Japan,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Slave,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.