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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.