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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.