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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.