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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.