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 France and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Monks,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.