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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.