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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.