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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.