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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.