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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Shoche,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.