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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.