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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.