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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.