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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Can,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Slave,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.