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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
AZ,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.