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 Sweden and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.