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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.