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 London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Gong,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.