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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.