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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.