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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Visage,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.