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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.