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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.