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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.