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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.