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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
JFA,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.