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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.