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 Italy and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.