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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.