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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Fall to the dance 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.