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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.