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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.