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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.