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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Swans,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.