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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.