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 Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.