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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.