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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.