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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.