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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.