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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.