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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.