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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.