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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.