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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.