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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
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.