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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.