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 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.