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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.