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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.