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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.