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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.