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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.