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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.