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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.