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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Index,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.