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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.