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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Index,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.