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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.