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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.