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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.