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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Lalann,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.