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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Japan,
Magazine,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.