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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.