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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.