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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.