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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.