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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
the Swans,
X-102,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.