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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Simply Red,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.