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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.