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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.