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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Nas,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.