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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.