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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.