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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.