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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.