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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.