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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
The Fall,
X-101,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.