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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.