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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.