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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.