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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.