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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.