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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Monks,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Section 25,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.