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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.