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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.