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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.