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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.