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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.