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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.