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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Television,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.