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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.