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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.