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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.