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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.