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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Can,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Rakim,
Japan,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.