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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.