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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.