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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.