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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.