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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.