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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.