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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.