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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.