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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.