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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Faust,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.