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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
The Fall,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.