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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drexciya 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.