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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.