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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Gong,
Make Up,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.