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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.