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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.