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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.