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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.