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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Ronan,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.