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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Skriet,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.