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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Index,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.