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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.