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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.