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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.