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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.