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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.