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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.