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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Crime,
The Wake,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.