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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.