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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.