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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.