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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.