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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.