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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.