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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Slave,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.