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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
MDC,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.