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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Swans,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.