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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.