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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
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 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Nico,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.