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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.