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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
EPMD,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.