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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.