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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.