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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
the Human League,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.