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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.