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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.