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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.