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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.