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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.