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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
DNA,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.