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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.