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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.