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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.