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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.