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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Doors,
AZ,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.