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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.