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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.