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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.