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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.