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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.