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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.