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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.