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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.