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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.