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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.