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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.