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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.