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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.