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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The Names,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.