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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.