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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.