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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Last Poets to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.