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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
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.