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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.