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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.