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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.