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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.