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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.