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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.