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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Josef K,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.