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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.