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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.