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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.