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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.