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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.