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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.