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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.