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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.