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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Little Man,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.