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 North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.