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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.