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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Slave,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.