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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.