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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.