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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.