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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.