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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.