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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Ludus,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.