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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Magma,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.