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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.