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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.