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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.