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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.