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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
MDC,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.