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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.