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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.