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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Crime,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.