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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.