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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Can,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.