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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 PIL 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
MDC,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.