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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.