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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Nas,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.