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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.