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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.