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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.