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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.