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 India and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.