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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.