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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.