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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Television,
Oneida,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.