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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.