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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.