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 India 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.