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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.