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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.