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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.