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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.