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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.