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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.