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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.