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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.