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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.