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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Nico,
10cc,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.