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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.