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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.