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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.