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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.