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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.