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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.