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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.