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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.