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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.