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 Palau 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Fluxion,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Franke,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.