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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.