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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.