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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Surgeon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.