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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
The Fall,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.