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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.