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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.