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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.