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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
June Days,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Boredoms,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.