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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Can,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.