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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Wire,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.