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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
New Order,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.