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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.