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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Move,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.