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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.