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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.