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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.