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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.