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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.