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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The Fall,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.