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 Burundi 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.