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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.