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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.