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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.