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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.