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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.