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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.