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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.