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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Index,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.