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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.