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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
DNA,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.