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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.