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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
X-101,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.