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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.