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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.