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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.