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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Rapeman 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
UT,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Television,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.