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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Urselle,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.