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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.