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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.