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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.