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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.