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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.