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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.