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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.