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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.