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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.