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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.