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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Associates,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.