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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.