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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.