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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.