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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.