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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.