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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.