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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Names,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.