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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Inner City,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.