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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.