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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Busters 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
This Heat,
The Sound,
EPMD,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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.