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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.