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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.