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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Can,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.