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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Can,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.