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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.