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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.