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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.