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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.