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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Interpol,
UT,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.