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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Slave,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.