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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.