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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.