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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Television,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.