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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.