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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.