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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.