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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.