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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.