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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
AZ,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.