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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Motorama,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.