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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.