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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.