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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.