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 India and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.