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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.