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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.