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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.