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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.