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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motorama 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.