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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.