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 Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.