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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Scion,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.