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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Scientists 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
The Move,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.