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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Nico,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Smog,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.