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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.