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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.